The Carnival Glass House

(PART
4)

THE
CARNIVAL GLASS HOUSE

BY

GHOST
RIDER A.C.B.

Just exactly when, where, and how Ned Buntline awakened to the
life altering possibilities of“The
Miraculous” is fairly easy to document, even if how all of this
relates to a highly unorthodox individual called “Citizen Screwed”
isn’t. But take my word for it Pilgrim, there is a most direct and
sinister link between Buntlines Political Know Nothing Plot that
culminated in the deaths of twenty one people and “The Great Hey Ride
Rebellion” of Citizen Screwed!

One that almost cost me my life and tragically ended
the life of a beautiful exotic dancer called Roxanne Blue, found face
down in her own pool of blood. The Murder for Hire victim whose only
child Rene, now in the hands of children’s protective services, was
witness to horrors unspeakable.

The fact that I was linked via the same government operative that
had conducted elicit surveillance of the dead woman’s activities,
prior to the night she was forced to endure the unthinkable, gave me the
creeps and prompted many a horrible nightmare.

But even then, I had little forewarning of how that unwarranted
“link” was to so dramatically alter and adversely affect me and my
nuclear family in ways I could never have imagined.

Let’s put it this way …. If the purpose of Government is to
insure Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness, they sure went about
their business in a mighty peculiar way.

For reasons known only to those who have direct access to The Men
In Black, a decidedly dangerous and definitely “Daffy Dick” chose to
spy on us both.

The only thing the murdered woman and I had in common were the
same dark roots as Madonna. The musical maven whose racy video’s he
was addicted to watching.

When by sheer happenstance I was to discover him spying on my
grown daughter and her potential new boyfriend, I concluded this
longtime former cop turned private investigator, turned fortune hunting
psychopath was a walking time bomb whose real activities and murky
motives, heinous

though they were, remained hidden behind a mask of
respectability, his power to kill in abstencia, facilitated by his
position in and knowledge of The Justice System, not to mention the
“cronyism” developed over the years as a cop. It’s chilling to
think that licensed “spies” whose sole object is to spy on
Americans, are for the most part self recruited from the ranks of those
whom you see on the nightly news using excessive force and billy clubs
on those unable to run.

The mistaken notion that has been inspired by Mickey Spillane
Books and Dirty Hairy Movies that private investigators are the bleeding
hearts of Truth, Justice and The American Way is as misplaced as our
once gullible trust and acceptance of notorious pedophile priests. Not
all private investigators are “Bad”! But not all are “Good”
either!

One
good for nothing S.O.B.P.I. had a personal safe that bulged with the
bounty of countless wealthy weirdo’s and controlling husbands or
ex’s, spurned boyfriends and jealous lovers bent on revenge and intent
on evening the score with the women who dared to defy them or walk away
whole.

As an exorbitantly remunerated informant who interpreted “The
Law of Confidentiality” as confiding only in the highest bidders, our
modern day E.C. Judson was a type of serial killer himself. A Charles
Manson type creator of Murder and Mayhem who from a distance manipulated
events. Besides the bloodletting, he derived intense pleasure from the
voyeuristic aspects of his job as licensed “Peeping Tom”.

A monster who thrilled at the prospect of jumpstarting the
process that led to a woman’s demise and the ultimate come uppance of
her eventual night of terror and torture, And
the worst part of it all was that “It was all perfectly legal” and
he was an instrument of the law!

When
I confronted him with my suspicions after learning that a female private
investigator had turned down forty thousand dollars for a $125.00
dollars an hour job that he later gleefully accepted, I accused him of
being just as guilty as the trio of hired killers who raped, tortured
and sliced up their victim with such obvious ritual pleasure!

He
just laughed that wicked little laugh of his and said, “Whose gonna
believe you bitch?” “When I get through with you and that high and
mighty daughter of yours, your name and hers is going to be mud.” And
he was right!

They
didn’t believe me and he did make a very special brand of mud pies
with our names on them that others within the judicial system and the
“in crowd” acted on with absolutely no questions asked!

Whoever
said, “Sticks and Stones will break my bones but names will never hurt
me” was an unqualified blithering idiot!

Do
you have any idea what a technologically equipped “sicko” with
connections and a computer can accomplish without hardly trying?

And
do you realize how far extended branches of government will go to
protect the lives and the reputation of one of their own from the kind
of exposure they all fear?

J.
Edgar Hoover once kept a perfectly innocent family man behind bars for
over thirty years, knowing he was not guilty of the crimes for which he
had been incarcerated – in order to protect a government informant who
was a known mafia hit man responsible for dozens of contract killings.

I
think it’s a form of Democracy turned Demonic, which can only be
described as Ass Law.

As
one who can speak quite knowledgeably from my privileged vantage point
at the deep end of the toilet bowl: if ever there was a bigger ass that
had ever been over exposed to Ass Law -- It was moi!

As
if I already didn’t have enough on my plate to keep the hairs on the
back of my neck at perpetual attention as though they’d been
individually dipped in viagra, I not only had to deal with the chilling
effects of Ass Law-- I was
thrust headlong into The Law of Synchronicity.

Not only
had God blessed me with a super abundance of reasons to be proud to be a
victimized American and grateful survivor of Murphy’s Law (if anything
can go wrong, it will, and usually at the worst time) He had an
additional blessing for me as well.

You see
God knows all – sees all and being omnipresent and omniscient – he
is well aware of my unhealthy and tiresome preoccupation with a certain
19th century Author of shit kicking Westerns.

And
because He likes me, He really, really likes me … Like Dr. Phil … He
wants me to “Get Real”.

And get
real I did. I really hit the floor when I discovered the name of the
perverted P.I. I accused of near demonic possession and crimes against
humanity. Especially against those homo “sapiens” made from Adams
Rib.

Sergeant
E.C. Judson is how that longtime cop was known on the force prior to his
transition to licensed Private Investigator.

Judson
investigations is what’s printed on the second floor window of his
Brazilton Florida offices. A nearby town almost indistinguishable from
my own hometown, so closely have both communities grown together in
corruption.

It has
been said that Florida Law Enforcement is the most corrupt in the world
when it comes to kick backs, graft, pay offs, bribes and frames.
Allegedly somebody compiled those statistics, but I have some real life
statistics of my own.

It has
also been said that Florida is where The Wild West Began and if the 2000
Elections are a barometer of Law and Order in the Sunshine State it is
apparently where The Wild West continues to exist until this very day.

But West
of the Pecos on The Mangrove Coast in the deceptively unpretentious
offices of Judson Investigations where so much blood money had found
it’s way into the safe of a supposed representative of “The Law,”
The Wild, Wild West had never before seemed so eerily reminiscent of The
Ghost of J. Edgar Hoover and that government restricted area
of clandestine activities known as Area 51. Ride Em Roswell!

Even
if the strange circumstance of my encountering a bonafide “Bogey
Man” with the identical name of another “Bogey Man” the nemesis of
my past, whose contribution to the confusing conundrum of my loused up
life will eventually unfold -- the sheer cockeyed coincidence that I
should run into the same name twice in the same lifetime simply boggles
the mind and does little to add to my already threatened stability.

For anyone who aspired to Conspiracy Theories or
a belief in illuminoid connections or even illuminut connections between
seemingly unrelated events, the strange covert activities between
historical figures thought
to be ignorant of each others comings and goings, baffling occurrences,
unexplained disappearances and seemingly senseless synchronicities that
span time and space and all those things that go bump in the night,
bringing with it the strangely familiar sensation of something crawling
up the base of your spine – there is no alternative but to conclude
“we see through a glass darkly”. So darkly that connecting the dots
is a virtual impossibility.

Your
definition of what’s real and what isn’t may ultimately cause you to
alter your concept of reality and wake up to the possibility that your
waking life is more of a Salvador Dale Dream than the nightmare you
conjure in Mr. Sandman’s Sleepy Time Land.

You
may be compelled to seek the comparative calm and serenity of a Carnival
Glass House and it’s rivers of mirrors where what you see is not
always what you get and what you get is rarely, if ever what you asked
for.

Three Ring Protest Circus

POST SCRIPT:

The excerpt you've just read is the first act of The Citizen Screwed website and is centered on the continuing SCI FI adventures of the SURREAL SUPERHEROES of a LOST KALEIDOSCOPE FRONTIER.

The second act of the Citizen Screwed website is devoted to the political psycho babble, confused ramblings & revolutionary rhetoric of the disenfranchised descendant the Time Traveling Super Heroes left behind. It also includes some historical facts and some "back story" of a maverick counter culture, the Al Fresco World of Entertainment which includes the likes of P.T. Barnum, Buffalo Bill and others.

The third act of the Citizen Screwed website yet to come, will be the providential contribution of a mystery celebrity & glitter dome icon who provides Box Office potential for this stupefying 3 Ring Circus, Sideshow & Wild West after Show described by the Father of Quantum Physics as .... "The Greatest Show In CyberSpace!"